Morning Tease

You drip, drip, dripThen I sip, sip, sipI pour in my creamTo smolder some of your steamAdd sugar for sweetMy heart quicken a beatGrab your handleLike a finger sandalYou taste of bitter mistrustMy throat warmed by your lustAs you surge withinGive me a taste of sinYou were satisfying to the last dropYour goodness hit the spot